Chapter 49

Esme's complexion drained in an instant!

What was the Sight Weaver plotting? After pocketing such a hefty sum from her, was she really intent on pushing her over the edge?

"Isn't this too much? Do you think I won't retaliate if you keep behaving so disgracefully?" Fury erupted within Esme as she shouted, fully aware that the Sight Weaver was in the crowd, listening.

"Esme Barton!" Dorothea's voice rang out sharply. "If you truly are the Sight Weaver, then prove it by performing this surgery.Otherwise, leave at once!"

Even now, Esme refused to acknowledge it. "Shut your mouth! Of course, I am-"

"A fraud! Someone who couldn't even secure a place in Mr. Mitchell's graduate program dares to claim they were his student? Have you ever even wieldeda scalpel? What gives you the right to stand in this operating room?"

Evelina pulled down her mask, revealing her face as she glared at Esme. Her voice was icy."Get out!"

Esme's eyes widened in disbelief. "How can it be you? This is impossible!"

Evelina smirked. "Didn't you try to get close to me over the phone? Strange how you don't recognize me now."

"No! That can't boe! You never even attended college. How could you be Landen's student?" Esme screeched, panic setting in. "She's the liar! You've all been tricked!"

The medical staff cast her disdainful looks, as if she were nothing more than a spectacle.

Dorothea scoffed. "While I was assisting Ms. Marsh in surgeries, you were out partying, chasing after the heir of the wealthiest family."

After assisting Evelina with Cary's final surgery, Dorothea took a few days off to relax abroad.

The nightclubs there were famous, and she had gone with friends.

That was when she spotted Esme, desperately trying to charm the local tycoon's son by performing a provocative dance.

Cary had naively believed Esme returned for him, when in reality, the wealthy heir had discarded her and married the daughter of an influential politician.

She hadn't come back out of love-her schemes abroad had failed, leaving her no choice but to try her luck with Cary.

"If Cary had any sense, he'd check immigration records and see that you hadn't stepped foot in this country for three years. How could you have operated on him while being absent?"

Dorothea's words shattered the last remnants of Esme's composure.

Since returning, she had relished Cary's attention, nearly forgetting the shame she had endured overseas.Why bring it all back now?

Madness took hold. Grabbing a scalpel, she lunged at Evelina, shrieking, "If I can't have peace, neither can you.Die!"

Evelina's first instinct was to dodge, but doing so would leave Florrie vulnerable to Esme's blade.

She couldn't let that happen. Instead, she braced herself, preparing to wrest the weapon away.

At the last second, a figure appeared, yanking her aside and delivering a brutal kick to Esme's side.

"Aah!" Esme cried out as she hit the floor, the scalpel clattering beside her.

It was only then that she seemed to register what she had just done.

"No, I-It wasn't me! | didn't do anything!" she wailed, gripping her head. Attempting to flee, she barely made it past the doorway before the Russell family's bodyguards seized her.

"Are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

The person who had stepped in was none other than Jasper. Concern filled his face as he held Evelina close.

He silently thanked his instincts for staying near the door, keeping watch. If he had left, Evelina might have been seriously injured.

"I'm okay, Jasper," Evelina murmured, shaken. Guilt crept into her voice. "I should have never let Esme in."

"This isn't on you. You didn't expect her to snap like that. That woman clearly has deep-seated issues."

Jasper placed his hands on her shoulders, steadying her. "Stay strong, Evelina. I trust you to handle Florrie.Leave the rest to me."

A wave of relief washed over Evelina as she straightened. "I won't let you down,Jasper."

With that, Jasper departed, and the surgery commenced.